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Fairytale Of New York 
Medium
by The Pogues
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It was christmas eve babe
in the tank
an old man to me, won't see another one
and then he a song
the rare old mountain dew
I turned my face away
and dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
year's for me and you
so happy christmas
I you baby
I can see a better time
when all our dreams come true
They've got big as bars
they've got rivers of gold
but the wind goes you
it's no place for the old
when you first took my hand
on a cold eve
you promised me
was waiting for me
You were handsome
you were pretty
queen of new city
when the band playing
they howled out for more
sinatra was swinging,
all the drunks they were singing
we kissed on a corner
then danced through the night
The boys of the choir
were "galway bay"
and the bells were out
for christmas day
You're a bum
you're a punk
you're an old slut on junk
lying there almost on a drip in that bed
you scumbag, you maggot
you lousy faggot
happy christmas your arse
I god it's our last
the boys of the nypd choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells were ringing out
for christmas day
I could have been someone
well so anyone
you took my from me
when I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
The boys of the nypd choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells are ringing out
for day
in the tank
an old man to me, won't see another one
and then he a song
the rare old mountain dew
I turned my face away
and dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
year's for me and you
so happy christmas
I you baby
I can see a better time
when all our dreams come true
They've got big as bars
they've got rivers of gold
but the wind goes you
it's no place for the old
when you first took my hand
on a cold eve
you promised me
was waiting for me
You were handsome
you were pretty
queen of new city
when the band playing
they howled out for more
sinatra was swinging,
all the drunks they were singing
we kissed on a corner
then danced through the night
The boys of the choir
were "galway bay"
and the bells were out
for christmas day
You're a bum
you're a punk
you're an old slut on junk
lying there almost on a drip in that bed
you scumbag, you maggot
you lousy faggot
happy christmas your arse
I god it's our last
the boys of the nypd choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells were ringing out
for christmas day
I could have been someone
well so anyone
you took my from me
when I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
The boys of the nypd choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells are ringing out
for day
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